Just for fun,
Ginny swims in the cool Adriatic Sea off Croatia.
With her team of adventurers.
Aquatics are their creed.
Finding that it can be fun to be a little lost
On the other side of a shrinking earth.
(a place I had to search, since I’d never heard of it)
Croatia is rich with centuries of conquest, invasion, occupation.
She relives that as she swims for miles.
As She dives, determined,
into wind driven squalls,
in a fishless sea.
she wonders aloud to tempests,
‘Where have all your creatures gone?’
None swim beside tourist or immigrant.
Sealife pushed to brink of extinction
In a warming world.
Netted by need, greed, oil, war.
No pipefish, goby, blenny. No Pandora.
No cuttlefish but the intrepid SQUID.
Just beyond the Adriatic,
Current history finds another flood of migrants
Another tide of humanity,
Becoming a tsunami.
Drowning in turbulent religious fervor.
They flee, anointed by a baptism of terror.
Finding themselves lost
Under a massive surf of inhumanity
Brought to the brink of extinction.
In a cold, shrinking world
Simple it is,
Our desire for freedom.
To do as burns within
Some by choice, piety, or devotion
Others by destiny
Conviction Or captivity
Ginny photographs echoes of stone stockades
Man seems compelled to reprise The Wall.
Capturing tides behind one conquering barricade or other.
As she wonders when fish will return,
She finds how easily she
is One with the tempestuous sea.
Thanks to my Cowriters Ginny West and Lanny Page
Fortress in Croatia from 700 AD
7th Century Bastions in Croatia